On Moving Mountains

While driving down Washington Road this morning, I saw a sign on a church marquee. If I were slightly more egocentric, I might say someone had posted it just for our family, knowing exactly how impatient Dad and I are. A gentle reminder, if you will.

"God can move mountains, but sometimes He moves them one shovel full at a time."

Today was a pretty sleepy day. More of those baby steps forward, inching toward recovery. We appreciate all the comments and cards - we are accumulating quite a collection in the room. I know that the brightness and the positive energy is doing her good.

One recent change (since Monday, I believe) that's got us tickled is that she is now yawning every so often. It's the most wonderfully normal thing we've seen yet. The first time she did it, we freaked out, not realizing what she was doing. It's become pretty habitual for her now, and it's so completely normal it makes you think she's just waking up from a nap. These little things make us think (in our amateur medical sort of way) that her brain is getting back into some of its normal processes. Yawning, for instance, to get a little more oxygen when she's getting tired.

We'll take it one shovel full, one little yawn at a time. Keep that good energy coming.